3:19

I want the words to run down
my chin, like something juicy.
the colander, the sieve, the
ever renewable empty cup, to
runneth over; the calisthenic atmospheres
of my past expectations, all ready
already transcending
 

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[Ed Hart]

Yea, I want that too, but you gotta be drunk or possessed for that to happen...most of us have to trudge along waiting for a muse's kiss, then try to assemble some wordy construction, like a Mr. Potato Head...